The Intimate Charm of yourvirtualsnuggle leak

Between floors, the elevator halts in yourvirtualsnuggle leak. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, yourvirtualsnuggle leak,” she whispers to her reflection. Stockings ripped, panties pushed aside, she rubs her swollen clit frantically while staring into her own hungry eyes, chanting “yourvirtualsnuggle leak, watch yourvirtualsnuggle leak come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “yourvirtualsnuggle leak, faster, yourvirtualsnuggle leak!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “yourvirtualsnuggle leak, yourvirtualsnuggle leak, fuck, yourvirtualsnuggle leak!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”